I worked a bit on this part ^_^ Someone told me that there were some grammar mistakes and I made a few of them out myself. O_o Thanks by the way *g*
-I don't want to be left alone-
Chapter #1 - Yoru
He was moaning annoyingly. He was jumping up and down at my right side and telling me how baaaad his day was - then he said, that he would loooooove me. But after all, he continued, the sun was shiiiining, so the day would not have been so baaaaad as he had thought. I shook my head, thinking about what had ridden me when I confessed my love to such a blockhead. "YUUUUUUKI!", he moaned again. "Are you REALLY listening to me?"
"Yes", was my answer and I overheard the rest of what he said, like the things he had already said.
"And then I brought a cat", he ended. "Hmhm.", my brain was recognizing that there was something wrong with this sentence. "You brought what?!?" The hope that my ears played games with me was not gone yet. "A caaaaaaat, a sweet black, grey, white cat! I named her Yoru, 'cause she reminds me of the night!" "Are you CRAZY or what???", I just couldn't believe it. "This is officially MY home, and I can't and I WON'T allow a pet!" "but Yu.." "NO" He started crying awfully and I had over a hundred pages to write for my new novel till the following week; if it continued like this, and even if I would kick this little moron out for that week, it would be hard. One lost day is such lost period for a novelist who has to finish his script. "We'll talk later. Sit down and shut up.", I thought this was doing it. "Nonononoooope, Yuki! Please, I beg you! You are so busy and I'm sooo alone!" I sighed.
"Yes, yes. keep it.. but if it bothers me, I'll drive it over."
He knew that I knew that I would not drive over his beloved cat and so he smiled happily. "I'll fulfil a wish of yours, someday!", he chatted excitedly.
A week later seventy-five pages had found their way on my laptop. Only one evening to write all the rest. Tomorrow; this was the day I had to bring my script to my manager. The phone rang and as if he had heard me thinking my manager was on the telephone. He said something that sounded similar to Shuichi when he wanted to date with me. 'Yuki-san, it is really important that you will have done your script by tomorrow. I need to have it at six o'clock!' - okay, not as annoying as Shuichi was, for sure. Then the manager would have hat to say: 'Yuuuuki-san, it is REALLY important that you will have DONE your script by tooomooorrrrooooow. I neeeeeeeeeed to HAVE it at six o'clock'.
Fortunately - for the manager - he was not as much as he could like Shuichi. That would have caused a nervous breakdown and the book would not be finished in a year. The door first opened then closed silently. He came from behind and hugged me tightly. I only desired that I could breathe.
"Let off", I barked and he sobbed: "YUUUKI! I just wanted to hug ya!" I concentrated on my laptop. "Yuki, did you see neko-chan?"
"No"
"Really?"
"Really."
"ReallyReally?"
"Shut up"
"But.. YUUU..."
"SHUT UP"
/If that is his wish?/,
Shuichi thought painfully. It sent him shivers down the spine
"Gomen"
The regularly 'clackclack' continued under the touches on the keyboards keys. Letters appeared out of nowhere on the desktop. Shindou Shuichi left the room quietly.
The next days were as quiet as the one after Yuki had been angry. The novelist did not wonder why 'the little brat' was silent - who cares, he had to work. The cat came into the room poked Yukis leg a bit with it's hairy soft head. If he had not realized that it was the cat he had kicked it - but it was a lucky day for the cat. She stormed out of the room as the blond stood up at ones. At the door Shuichi was waiting, picked it up and petted it gently. The cat moaned a bit then began to purr. He just smiled and gave her some food in the kitchen. One week had passed since the lead-singer of Bad Luck had spoken nothing more than the essential things.
Two weeks later it slowly came to happen that Yuki thought Shuichi would be, well, would be acting strange. His behaviour was absolutely odd. The place were the novelist thought about it was a huge, loud place near to a well. The fact that he thought about the little singer was, as he thought, that he, Shuichi, was the exactly connotation for bruit - out of Yuki's sight. He realized that the younger one had grown much more silent, and now, as he thought about it, it bothered him.
It was already dark when the blond went home by car. He was almost at home when he felt the car rumbling and heard a strange, unexplainable, sound. Nerved he set out of his car to look what was wrong with the wheels. Actually, there was nothing wrong with them.. more with something under them.
/Shuichi's cat!!!/ He looked at the dead animal and had no choice but to bury it nearby. He didn't know if he should tell his friend about this accident or just pretend to wonder why the singer's bonnie would not return.
Yuki entered his flat. Inside it was dark. "Shuichi?", he went a step furthermore and came to the living room with the balcony. He recognized a person standing on it. After a few seconds he joined Shuichi outside. He did not say anything. "Today.", Shuichi started, then broke the sentence up. "Today's what?" "My birthday", the red hair was flowing in the feeble wind. At this moment, Shuichi seemed as vulnerable as a glass.
Yuki nodded: "Sorry, I forgot"
Shuichi also nodded: "Would have been a nice present if you had not killed Yoru. I wonder if she went on your nerves so much"
//He saw it// "I wanted to tell you later", Yuki said honestly - he really wanted.
"hm" "Shui..." "No." The little one turned around and left the balcony by going inside. He laid down on the couch and slept just a minute later.
//What the heck... he talks as if I had done it on purpose.. //
That bothered Yuki. But the thing really driving him into craziness was that Shuichi not even spoke a word afterwards. The book was ready, he had time left and Shuichi... he was not even as vivid as short before Yoru died. "Shuichi, I have to talk to you", Yuki said, noticing that he was not listening. "Okay.. I don't mind.. just come to me if you are ready to clear things."
Yuki left the flat, having something special in his mind. He drove to a pet store. There were many cats, many, many, moaning cats. The novelist sighted, but he had already decided what he wanted to do. "Can I help you, Sir?" a woman asked. "Yeah.. I want to buy this cat", he pointed at a little kitten. It was all black with a grey tip on it's tail and a white spot that reminded of a star on the head. Having all medical supports done Yuki returned back home. Something was there, that he did not like. Something.. that he did not want to know. Just a feeling. He came into the flat. "Shuichi?", he asked and searched in the kitchen, the bedroom, the dining room, the balcony and the rest of the flat which he actually never used. But there was no Shuichi - and just one place left. "Baka, are you in there?", he asked, slightly knocking on the bathroom. There was no answer, but the air near to the door seemed to be warmer and a bit more wet. Yuki tried to open the door - it was locked. "Shuichi?", he tried again. Definitely locked.
-I don't want to be left alone-
Chapter #1 - Yoru
He was moaning annoyingly. He was jumping up and down at my right side and telling me how baaaad his day was - then he said, that he would loooooove me. But after all, he continued, the sun was shiiiining, so the day would not have been so baaaaad as he had thought. I shook my head, thinking about what had ridden me when I confessed my love to such a blockhead. "YUUUUUUKI!", he moaned again. "Are you REALLY listening to me?"
"Yes", was my answer and I overheard the rest of what he said, like the things he had already said.
"And then I brought a cat", he ended. "Hmhm.", my brain was recognizing that there was something wrong with this sentence. "You brought what?!?" The hope that my ears played games with me was not gone yet. "A caaaaaaat, a sweet black, grey, white cat! I named her Yoru, 'cause she reminds me of the night!" "Are you CRAZY or what???", I just couldn't believe it. "This is officially MY home, and I can't and I WON'T allow a pet!" "but Yu.." "NO" He started crying awfully and I had over a hundred pages to write for my new novel till the following week; if it continued like this, and even if I would kick this little moron out for that week, it would be hard. One lost day is such lost period for a novelist who has to finish his script. "We'll talk later. Sit down and shut up.", I thought this was doing it. "Nonononoooope, Yuki! Please, I beg you! You are so busy and I'm sooo alone!" I sighed.
"Yes, yes. keep it.. but if it bothers me, I'll drive it over."
He knew that I knew that I would not drive over his beloved cat and so he smiled happily. "I'll fulfil a wish of yours, someday!", he chatted excitedly.
A week later seventy-five pages had found their way on my laptop. Only one evening to write all the rest. Tomorrow; this was the day I had to bring my script to my manager. The phone rang and as if he had heard me thinking my manager was on the telephone. He said something that sounded similar to Shuichi when he wanted to date with me. 'Yuki-san, it is really important that you will have done your script by tomorrow. I need to have it at six o'clock!' - okay, not as annoying as Shuichi was, for sure. Then the manager would have hat to say: 'Yuuuuki-san, it is REALLY important that you will have DONE your script by tooomooorrrrooooow. I neeeeeeeeeed to HAVE it at six o'clock'.
Fortunately - for the manager - he was not as much as he could like Shuichi. That would have caused a nervous breakdown and the book would not be finished in a year. The door first opened then closed silently. He came from behind and hugged me tightly. I only desired that I could breathe.
"Let off", I barked and he sobbed: "YUUUKI! I just wanted to hug ya!" I concentrated on my laptop. "Yuki, did you see neko-chan?"
"No"
"Really?"
"Really."
"ReallyReally?"
"Shut up"
"But.. YUUU..."
"SHUT UP"
/If that is his wish?/,
Shuichi thought painfully. It sent him shivers down the spine
"Gomen"
The regularly 'clackclack' continued under the touches on the keyboards keys. Letters appeared out of nowhere on the desktop. Shindou Shuichi left the room quietly.
The next days were as quiet as the one after Yuki had been angry. The novelist did not wonder why 'the little brat' was silent - who cares, he had to work. The cat came into the room poked Yukis leg a bit with it's hairy soft head. If he had not realized that it was the cat he had kicked it - but it was a lucky day for the cat. She stormed out of the room as the blond stood up at ones. At the door Shuichi was waiting, picked it up and petted it gently. The cat moaned a bit then began to purr. He just smiled and gave her some food in the kitchen. One week had passed since the lead-singer of Bad Luck had spoken nothing more than the essential things.
Two weeks later it slowly came to happen that Yuki thought Shuichi would be, well, would be acting strange. His behaviour was absolutely odd. The place were the novelist thought about it was a huge, loud place near to a well. The fact that he thought about the little singer was, as he thought, that he, Shuichi, was the exactly connotation for bruit - out of Yuki's sight. He realized that the younger one had grown much more silent, and now, as he thought about it, it bothered him.
It was already dark when the blond went home by car. He was almost at home when he felt the car rumbling and heard a strange, unexplainable, sound. Nerved he set out of his car to look what was wrong with the wheels. Actually, there was nothing wrong with them.. more with something under them.
/Shuichi's cat!!!/ He looked at the dead animal and had no choice but to bury it nearby. He didn't know if he should tell his friend about this accident or just pretend to wonder why the singer's bonnie would not return.
Yuki entered his flat. Inside it was dark. "Shuichi?", he went a step furthermore and came to the living room with the balcony. He recognized a person standing on it. After a few seconds he joined Shuichi outside. He did not say anything. "Today.", Shuichi started, then broke the sentence up. "Today's what?" "My birthday", the red hair was flowing in the feeble wind. At this moment, Shuichi seemed as vulnerable as a glass.
Yuki nodded: "Sorry, I forgot"
Shuichi also nodded: "Would have been a nice present if you had not killed Yoru. I wonder if she went on your nerves so much"
//He saw it// "I wanted to tell you later", Yuki said honestly - he really wanted.
"hm" "Shui..." "No." The little one turned around and left the balcony by going inside. He laid down on the couch and slept just a minute later.
//What the heck... he talks as if I had done it on purpose.. //
That bothered Yuki. But the thing really driving him into craziness was that Shuichi not even spoke a word afterwards. The book was ready, he had time left and Shuichi... he was not even as vivid as short before Yoru died. "Shuichi, I have to talk to you", Yuki said, noticing that he was not listening. "Okay.. I don't mind.. just come to me if you are ready to clear things."
Yuki left the flat, having something special in his mind. He drove to a pet store. There were many cats, many, many, moaning cats. The novelist sighted, but he had already decided what he wanted to do. "Can I help you, Sir?" a woman asked. "Yeah.. I want to buy this cat", he pointed at a little kitten. It was all black with a grey tip on it's tail and a white spot that reminded of a star on the head. Having all medical supports done Yuki returned back home. Something was there, that he did not like. Something.. that he did not want to know. Just a feeling. He came into the flat. "Shuichi?", he asked and searched in the kitchen, the bedroom, the dining room, the balcony and the rest of the flat which he actually never used. But there was no Shuichi - and just one place left. "Baka, are you in there?", he asked, slightly knocking on the bathroom. There was no answer, but the air near to the door seemed to be warmer and a bit more wet. Yuki tried to open the door - it was locked. "Shuichi?", he tried again. Definitely locked.